you’rehappier,right?”harryhadaskedhim,oneofthosenightswhereheaughtdraostaringathimselfinthemirror,pokingatasmatteringofsarsandpokmarksthattraildownhisside.“now?withme?”

“thisisthehappiesti’veeverbeen,”draohadsaid,andhedidn’tevenhavetolie,andhissmilewasnotupanyoldghostswhenheturnedbaktohim.he’dbefine,really.allhehadtodowaskeepmoving,keepbusy,justenoughthatthepastdoesn’thavethespaetosqueezebakintodrao’slife.

it’sthis,morethananythingelse,thatmakeshimvolunteerwhenginnywasompiningabouttheoverwhelmingamountofworkthathadtobedonebeforethewedding.

“imean,it’smental.mental!whothoughtupwiththisstuff?”theywereattheburrow,herombatbootoveredfeetthrownupontheoffeetableandasteamingupofteainherhand.“youhavetothinkaboutfood,andthepeople,andtheolorsheme,andflowers,andwheretoputeveryone,soi’mgoingtohavetorentapebeauseian’thaveithereotherwiseeveryonewilljustompareittofleurandbill’s,andmerlin’sbeard,doyouhaveanyideahowmuhaweddingdressosts?andwehavetobuytwoofthem!”

“well,”hermionesaidtentatively,reasonably.“it’syourwedding,youdon’thavetohaveallthatifyoudon’twantit.”

“oh,iwantit.”ginny’seyeswidenedinarm.“it’sjustthatit’sallsobloodyhardtomyheadaround.”

ginnywasgoodatalotofthings.shewasgoodatfighting,andatquiddith,andalminggeedown.shewasgoodathealing,evenifherspellshurtmorethanluna’swhentheyreptoveryourskin.shewasagoodookandagoodfriendandgoodperson,butshewasnotgoodatanizinganeventlikethis.lukyforher,draowas.